She and the fling she had, had never actually been lovers, although she knew that veryfew people would believe that, nor had she ever used drugs; but she had beentainted by his lifestyle, had had her eyes opened painfully to certain harshrealities of life, and after lucas had interceded for her with her mother and withthe university authorities, getting her a place at Vassar where she had been ableto complete her education, she had promised herself that she would pay him andMia back for their kindness and their love and support by showing the world and her detractors just how worthy of that support she was.At Vassar she had gained a reputation as something of a recluse and a swot;dates and parties had been strictly out of bounds so far as she was concerned andher dedication had paid off with excellent exam results.And now, just as she had once felt the need to prove herself to Lucas andMia, she felt a corresponding need to prove herself worthy of Michael's trust inher pro
It had been the house that she had given most of her mental energy andimagination to lovingly creating, though. A house for a family, a house thatwrapped itself lovingly and protectively around you...a house with enough landfor her to have a pony. A house... The house... This house...!Ran had stopped the Land Rover. Shakily she got out, unable to take her eyesoff the house, barely aware of Roth's expression as he watched her.Just for a second, seeing that luminous bemused expression on her face, hehad been transported back in time...to a time when she had looked at him likethat, a time when...Grimly he reminded himself of what Elena had just said, of the terms she hadjust set between them. She had made it more than plain, if he had needed itunderlining, which he had not, that the only reason she was here in his life wasbecause of her job and that, given the choice, she would far rather be workingalongside someone else...anyone else.The gravel crunched beneath her f
The empty grate in the pretty fireplace, which she would have filled with a collection of dried flowers or covered with an embroidered firescreen, was simply that—an empty grate. The curtains and the bedding were modern and, she suspected, newly purchased for her visit. The same depressing brown carpet as downstairs covered the floor. ‘You’ve got your own bathroom,’ Roth told her as he crossed the floor to push open another door. ‘It’s old-fashioned but it works.’ As she looked into the bathroom past him, Elena said wryly, ‘It may be oldfashioned to you, Roth, but this type of plain white Edwardian sanitaryware is very much in vogue right now.’ ‘There are wardrobes and cupboards on that wall,’ he told her unnecessarily, indicating the bank of built-in furniture. ‘I haven’t had the chance yet, but tomorrow I’ll bring up a desk from downstairs.’ ‘I’ll certainly need somewhere to put my laptop,’ She agreed. ‘But I will also need to have a room somewhere, I think preferably up at th
As he went to answer it Elena headed for the stairs.‘Vicky...’ she heard him saying warmly, and then, ‘Yes...it’s still on... I’mlooking forward to it too,’ he confirmed, his voice dropping and deepening.‘Look, I have to go...’She was halfway up the stairs when she heard him replacing the telephonereceiver.‘Elena—’ he began.But she cut him short, turning round and telling him crisply, ‘Don’t let medelay you if you’ve got a date, Roth. I’ve got plenty of work to read up on.’‘You need to sleep off your headache,’ he told her curtly.‘On the contrary. I need to work,’ She corrected him sharply as shecontinued on her way upstairs.Roth stood and watched her. God, but she got under his skin. Why did he lether? Why hadn’t he simply told her that the only date he had this evening waswith a damaged fence?Angrily he turned on his heel and strode towards the front door.As he closed it behind him elena's body slumped slightly; tension hadinvaded each and every one of her m
Elena laughed as she heard them, relieved, and shook her head at them as shetold them cheerfully, ‘Yes, I may be an intruder now, but you’re going to have toget used to me. You and I shall be seeing an awful lot of one another, youknow.’She stayed with them for several minutes, watching them and talking to them.Soon, no doubt, when it became fully dark, they would be roosting somewhereout of the way of any predatory hunting foxes.Turning her back on them, Elena stared thoughtfully at the house, trying tovisualise how it would look once the stone had been cleaned. That alone wouldcost a small fortune and would, no doubt, take almost as long as it would take forthe interior to be renovated. She must ask Roth to give her any formal recordsfrom when the hall had originally been built and the work done on it since then.She wasn’t sure, but she suspected that the stairway she had seen had been, if notthe work of Grinling Gibbons, then certainly the work of one of his morei
What is it?’ Roth asked her, his attention caught by the movement of her hand.‘You’re heavy, Roth, you’re hurting me,’ Elena told him, not entirelytruthfully, as she tried to bury herself in the night’s cloaking shadows, but it wastoo late and she could see from the sudden narrowing of his gaze as it followedthe action of her hand that he realised, as she had just done herself, that herwretched T-shirt had ridden up far enough to expose the lower curve of herbreasts.The last thing, the very last thing she wanted was for Roth to study her body inany way at all, so why...why, the moment his gaze fell to her breasts, did theysuddenly decide to react to his presence by swelling and firming, her nipplessensually flaunting peaks of explicit womanhood?‘You’re not wearing a bra...’‘Thank you, Roth, but I am already aware of that fact,’ Elena snapped at himthrough gritted teeth, her face hot with colour as she tried to reach the edge ofher T-shirt to tug it down. But before
As he started to walk towards where he had left his car the fierce male ache inhis body made him clench his teeth. Right now there was nothing, nothing, hewanted more than to finish what they had started. Nothing he wanted more andno one he could have less.Elena's body might still be responsive to him, but She herself hated him.He knew that. She had told him so often enough.‘Dave the man I love,’ she had said, throwing the words at him likeweapons, and he, too furious, too jealous to respond, had simply walked awaywithout explaining to her that she was a wealthy man’s daughter and he mighthave nothing, but at least, unlike her precious dave, he genuinely cared abouther, hadn’t just been using her!He had spent the next two days searching Oxford from top to bottom for her,but by then it was too late—she had disappeared. The next time he had seen hershe had been with the band of New Age travellers who had invaded Lucas land,quite plainly enjoying flaunting her relations
Ten minutes later Elena was on her way downstairs when she heard voices in the hallway, and as she rounded the curve of the staircase she could see the housekeeper talking with a tall, elegant woman in her late thirties. ‘So you’ll tell Roth that I called,’ she was saying to Mrs Elliott. ‘Yes, I will, Mrs Edwards,’ the other woman was responding respectfully. Thoughtfully and discreetly Elena studied her. Tall, slender, expensively dressed, immaculately made up, she was the type of woman whom She could remember Roth favouring and she immediately guessed that she must be Roth’s current woman-friend. There was certainly that very confident, almost proprietorial air about her that suggested she was far more than simply a mere visitor to the house. She turned away from the house keeper and then saw Elena, her expression changing slightly and becoming, if not challenging then certainly assessing, Elena recognised as she continued on her way downstairs. ‘I’m just on my way to Haverton H